Or, in a professional-sounding style, soul-removing contraceptive. The item-in-question was originally utilized by a thaumaturge, who is a minor pornstar, to collect the souls of the female pornstars whom he procreated with to power an ancient, occult ritual. Said ritual was actually for a Nornir demon in exchange for a subset of medical insurance that protected him from minor hexes, STDs and other nasty things that may result from long, intense sexual copulation.
However, the case balloons unexpectedly! Alas, to the horror of those investigating him, the perp is not alone in this endeavor! Assistance has been provided by known groups of interest.
His quest in the Wanderer's Library for legal documentation and assistance regarding demonic negotiations has lead to interactions with the Serpent's Hand. A specific cell of hippy-ass mofos operating out of a drug house in Maryland. With their assistance, the perp has acquired basic knowledge of legalese surrounding the temporal consent revolving around the usage of human souls as a method of payment for services rendered.
That and a taste for demonarcotics, as the UIU would ultimately find later on.
Up next on the block is the one and only faction willing to sell your virginity in exchange for power: Marshall, Carter and Dark! Why would these fools, who've grown used to catering to the rich, upper crust, deign to dine with such a dastardly dumbass?!?! The truth is much more simpler than the realistic fiction shat out by the analysis departments of the UIU and the SCPF.
Power. Pure, plain and simple. The perp made a simple pitch about how micro-etched, thaumic glyph patterns on reinforced, latex material can be better used to harness EVE during sexual intercourse. Specifically, capturing the Sharp, High Pitch energy that comes with the act of procreation. Now, one might say, there's a fucking condom in the fucking way.
Well, my good sirs, that's why the micro-etched thaumic glyph patterns are there. You see, I won't go into the details, because I'm not a medical expert. That, and I'm not plastered enough to pursue a couple Chrome windows with tabs shoved into the window bars sardines in cans.
I'll come up with more stupid information later, I reckon.
Most importantly, once that deal was struck, the thaumaturge would move onto more potent